Chapter 8: Another victim?
This is the first time Ke Wen has encountered such a strange situation in his many years of work. The panic in his heart made him dare not stay in the room any longer.
So, the man rushed violently towards the door.
However, the moment his fingers touched the door handle…
“Click.”
The door lock that had just been opened, locked itself from the inside.
What’s going on?
Cold sweat beaded on Ke Wen’s forehead. He frantically twisted the handle, but the door didn’t budge at all, as if it were welded shut by some invisible force.
“I’ll guard the bright moonlight just for you…”
The phone behind him continued to ring, its shrillness like the tolling of a death knell.
“Knock, knock, knock!!”
Ke Wen kept banging on the room door, trying to break it open, but even as a former criminal police officer with rigorous training, he couldn’t budge the seemingly frail wooden door.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone stopped ringing.
The room fell into dead silence again.
The sudden silence was like the prelude to a storm, and Ke Wen’s heart leaped into his throat.
The suffocating oppression made him afraid to look back, even afraid to keep banging on the wooden door.
Until he heard the sound of fingernails scraping the floor from under the bed behind him.
The sound seemed to be crawling towards him, getting closer and faster…
Ke Wen’s heart was filled with despair. He tried to break down the door again, but his body couldn’t move.
And this time, even with his eyes open, he could feel… his chest itching… itching terribly.
His hand began to move uncontrollably…
“Bang!!”
At that moment, a loud noise violently broke open the wooden door of the room.
Wood chips flew, and the door panel directly hit Ke Wen, causing him to stumble backward.
However, it was this impact that allowed him to regain control of his body.
He quickly looked up, and with just a glance, his eyes widened.
A tall man was standing at the doorway, slowly walking in against the light of the corridor.
His silhouette was like an evil ghost from hell, and in his hand, he held a blood-stained fire axe.
And behind him, Ke Wen clearly saw…
A floating red shadow.
Is this a ghost!?
“It seems we’ve arrived in time.”
The red shadow behind him spoke in a clear, bell-like voice, completely incongruous with its terrifying, blurred appearance.
“Better late than never?”
The man wore a mask, and his voice sounded a bit muffled. As he spoke, the man lunged into the room with the fire axe.
“Ahhhhhh!!”
In the very next second, a struggling black mass was in his hand.
The black mass emitted a scream like an infant’s, its limbs twisted, but it couldn’t break free from the man’s grasp.
Ke Wen looked closely and realized that this black mass was the face of Zhang Ming, who had died in the abandoned factory.
Only now, his face was distorted and his body deformed, looking nothing like a human should.
“It seems there’s only this little thing in this place.”
The man looked at the black mass in his hand, his voice tinged with regret.
The blurred red shadow also entered the room and spoke slowly.
“That old bastard is very cunning; catching him is not an easy task.”
While the man and the ghost were talking, Ke Wen suddenly thought of something.
Captain Ma had told him about someone before.
Someone wearing a gas mask, carrying a fire axe, and who liked to scare taxi drivers late at night…
“You’re Liu Haoyu…?”
Ke Wen’s words made Liu Haoyu slowly turn his head. He didn’t speak. Because he was wearing a gas mask, Ke Wen had no idea what Liu Haoyu’s expression was at that moment.
“Ahhh!”
The black mass in his left hand was still struggling. In the next second, he violently smashed the black mass in his hand against the wall.
“Splat!”
With a light sound, black blood splattered everywhere, and a large pool of blood flower appeared on the wall.
After being hit, the black mass in Liu Haoyu’s hand twitched twice and turned into a foul-smelling viscous liquid, falling to the ground and quickly disappearing.
The room again fell into dead silence, leaving only Ke Wen’s heavy breathing. He vigilantly watched the man in front of him and the red shadow behind him.
What happened tonight had completely subverted his worldview.
Facing creatures so outlandish, and the man in front of him who didn’t seem to be a kind person, Ke Wen began to retreat slowly towards the door.
However, the man did not seem to stop him. He merely shook off the black blood from his hand and finally spoke.
“Did you scratch your chest?”
Hearing this, Ke Wen stopped. He looked down.
He realized that the chest of his clothes was already stained red with blood. He quickly opened his clothes and looked closely.
Just those few scratches had completely torn open the skin on his chest.
The flesh beneath the skin was exposed. Even more terrifyingly, a symbol identical to the previous two victims appeared on his chest.
And even though he was so severely injured… he felt no pain at all…
What in the world was going on?
The deaths of the previous two victims flashed through Ke Wen’s mind. He stopped retreating and fixed his gaze on the man in front of him.
Because he knew that facing a situation comparable to a horror movie, escape was impossible.
If he left this place now, he might die inexplicably like the previous two victims.
Perhaps the only way to survive now was to rely on the man wearing the gas mask in front of him.
“What happens if… I scratch it?”
In response to Ke Wen’s question, Liu Haoyu walked over quickly and looked at the symbol on his chest.
He couldn’t understand this symbol, but fortunately, Qin Liu had recovered her memory. Although she couldn’t use force, she could still use some of her skills as a ghost exorcist.
Under Ke Wen’s gaze, the red shadow behind the man walked up to him.
Because the red shadow was entirely blurred, Ke Wen didn’t know what the other party had done.
He just felt a finger draw a few strokes on his chest, and the symbol, which looked like some creature’s eye, slowly began to disappear until it was completely gone.
If it weren’t for the scratches still there, Ke Wen would have thought this was just a dream.
“This way, there should be no problem.”
This red shadow was unexpectedly gentle, which gradually calmed Ke Wen’s mood.
After all, the masked man put too much pressure on him.
But even though he seemed safe, Liu Haoyu’s expression remained extremely solemn.
He scanned the room again and again, and finally couldn’t help but ask Ke Wen.
“Where’s the other ghost?”
At these words, Ke Wen was stunned.
Yes…
Where was the other victim?
